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		<description>The original writings of author JillyBean</description>
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			<title>dude</title>
			<description>Some mornings I wake upAnd want go back to sleep.Because the sunshine is a promiseThat weather doesn't keep.Breakfast gets eaten;It's the most important meal of the dayI don't know if that's actually true,But that's what they all seem to say.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/807270/</link>
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			<title>Not done</title>
			<description>I don't understand why you can't seeThe way she's a huge fake.She's using you and when you figure it out, your heart is going to break. Why can't you hear that all she saysAre liesShe an abuser, a user.She's tricked you with her mask of lieslisten closer, listen harderHear how she is decieving you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/793380/</link>
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			<title>Love is Love</title>
			<description>An essay on gay marriage.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/793175/</link>
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			<title>A Bit of You</title>
			<description>A short story about how you will do anything for a scrap of attention from the person you love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/783129/</link>
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			<title>Unfinshed</title>
			<description>Everyone's got someone to talk toEveryone's got something to sayEveryone's got someone to listenSo I just run away. I run away.I run away. I run away. I run away today.I can hear what you're sayingI can recite every wordYou think you're whisperingI think you're absurd. You're absurd.You're absurd. Y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/778255/</link>
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			<title>Trickery</title>
			<description>Another angsty poem about betrayal. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/777611/</link>
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			<title>Elementary School Years</title>
			<description>My life and adventures in grades 1-4. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/775985/</link>
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			<title>The Early Years</title>
			<description>My early childhood as I remember it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/774467/</link>
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			<title>Me, Myself, and Everything Else</title>
			<description>This isn't so much of a story as it is a look into my brain. It's about the way I view the world and why I view it that way. It's an introspective piece that will be added to as time goes on. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/774458/</link>
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			<title>Sense</title>
			<description>This poem makes no sense. Or perhaps it does.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/774255/</link>
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			<title>Slow</title>
			<description>Another old one about my old high school crush.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/772497/</link>
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			<title>Lay Me Down</title>
			<description>Another old one. This one is kind of odd, considering it is inspired by the 18th century children's prayer.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/772494/</link>
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			<title>Drummers</title>
			<description>I wrote this 6 years ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/772487/</link>
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			<title>Abrogate</title>
			<description>I remember hearing the word &quot;abrogate,&quot; and then looking it up in the dictionary. Then I wrote this.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/772485/</link>
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			<title>I Love You</title>
			<description>Poem I wrote a long time ago when the guy I liked stopped hanging out with me because a girl with huge bazoombas showed interest in him.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/772483/</link>
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			<title>Sexuality</title>
			<description>This is about being asexual in a world where few people understand what that means. This one goes out to all of those asexuals who have ever felt alone and/or misunderstood in their sexuality.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/772478/</link>
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			<title>Pehaps</title>
			<description>Old poem. Written around this time last year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/772475/</link>
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			<title>Happily Ever After</title>
			<description>Probably the most depressing fairytale you will ever read.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/772454/</link>
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			<title>Rules</title>
			<description>Very short poem I wrote about two years ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/PrincessOfLies/772428/</link>
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